HARK, THE CALL!

NZ Truth, Issue 1151, 22 December 1927, Page 1

HARK, THE CALL!

Hark! the echo; birds are chirping", fragrance fills the air; Spring 1 has lived and loved, now — passing, pleads for summer's tender care. } Summer breezes — gentle, soothing' — bring 1 a whispered hush sublime ; Echoes ! echoes ! — forest music of the good old summer-time. Hark ! the music ; sea is sighing 1 ; gentle rise and fall ; Swish of gleeful sands receding — list! the seagull's plaintive call. Ozone breezes; lapping wavelets — Natures most enchanting" rhyme: Happy voices— children's voices — m the good old summertime. Heed the lesson of the seasons; Winter, aged and worn Breathes a last sad, moaning" parting — soon the summer will be born. Speak, though not too harshly of her, for we know m every clime There would not be life eternal sans the g-ood old summertime. — L.B.F.